T. Eliot Nixes Sex in Toilet

By | 1 November 2014

Aim a Toyota tatami mat at a Toyota, Mia.
(not a banana baton).
Dr Awkward
put Eliot’s toilet up.
Yo Banana Boy,
are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to a new era?

Poor Dan is a droop:
as I pee sir, I see Pisa –
sore was I ere I saw Eros
yawn in a more Roman way.
He did, eh?
Pull up if I pull up.
No lemons, no melon.
Not New York, Roy went on.

Did Hannah see bees? Hannah did.
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah!
Bombard a drab mob!
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah!
Strap on no parts,
Evil Olive,
Olson is in Oslo.
(Ten animals I slam in a net)

Was it a bat I saw?
(test tube butt set)
Was raw tap ale not a reviver at one lap at Warsaw?
(test tube butt set)
Lager, sir, is regal.
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
Don’t nod,
Dr Awkward.

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